Why is it that mosquitos treat me like a goddamn fat kid stranded on an island of cannibals? The minute I am outside anywhere near nature after 7 pm, I have 14 bites. Usually on my feet. And why do my bites only start itching around 6 pm??
Am I the only person in the world whose therapist has stood them up twice? There's always an (alleged) good reason, but seriously -- What does it say when the person I am PAYING to talk to me doesn't show? Christ. New complex developing: I am going to need a second shrink to talk about the ongoing conflict with my first shrink. Only in frickin' New York. Yet, I'm sure it is all my parents fault...
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